I myself am an ameoba on my mothers’ side. A royal one.
Death to the phytoplasmic oppressors!
I myself am an ameoba on my mothers’ side. A royal one.
Death to the phytoplasmic oppressors!
O yes Slithy Tove that’s a right jolly racist bit of doggerel you worked in an oblique allusion to wot.
Y Ddraig Goch ddyry gychwyn. Twll dîn pob Sais! (Just kidding. )
Hwyl nawr.
I myself am an ameoba on my mothers’ side. A royal one.
Death to the phytoplasmic oppressors!
Damned phytoplasmic oppressors made me post twice!
[Song of Patriotic Prejudice]
The Welshman’s dishonest: he cheats when he can,
And he’s little and dark, more like monkey than man.
He work’s underground with a lamp in his hat
And sings far too loud, far too often and flaaaaaat.
[/Song of Patriotic Prejudice]
Flanders and Swann, who’s insightful comments on the Irish and Welsh almost make up for the foul calumnies they tried to spread about the Scots.
Ask your friend what he thinks of Dylan Thomas - a great Welsh poet, and a fine and dedicated drunk, who announced “Land of my fathers - my fathers can keep it” and spent a lot of poetic inspiration on saying exactly how crap Wales was.
I live in Iceland, and I used to go to school here with a half-French, half-Icelandic guy whose favorite thing to do in the world was to accuse people of being “racist” whenever his brash, cocky ass would get him in trouble. It’s pretty convenient, being able to use your heritage (your “Gallic Pride,” as he would no doubt call it) as a shield to absolve yourself of all responsibility for the dumb-ass actions performed by your dumb, well, ass.
Typical scenario: Guy acts stupid in class. Someone tells him to shut it. Guy calls said someone a bad name. Said someone responds in kind. Guy makes with the racist accusations, actually believing his own bullshit in the process, thus handily placing the problem squarely in the hands of the other person. They’re the racists, unable to accept his gloriously half-French ass for what he is. It’s not his fault; he’s just the misunderstood Gaul, fighting a losing battle in the name of his homeland. Or whatever.
It sounds like maybe your friend may have the same syndrome to a degree; in effect, projecting whatever character flaws he may have into his “race”, pushing the responsibility he should be taking for his own life into the hands of some puffed-up ancestry that’s of no real relevance to him.
Trust me; you let him continue doing this, it’s only gonna get worse. The guy from my story was arrested last year on charges of assault. From what I hear, the guy he attacked said something disparaging about his nose.
His nose. Fucking Frenchmen.
:rolleyes:
Reminds me of my ex-roommate Willy.
He once gave me, his girlfriend, and our 3rd roommate a lecture on what it was like to be black.
“You don’t understand, whitey. My people is oppressed by da man! We colored folks is po, an’ you crackers is out to get us. None o’ you white folks’ll know what it’s like to be my black ass.”
At this point I looked at my other roommate and Williy’s girlfriend, whose dark faces looked seriously confused. I then had to point out, “Um, Willy? You have pasty white skin and orange hair. You’re of Scottish origin.”
Of course, this was a horribly racist thing for me to say, as I was denying Willy his “blackness.”
Flertbert,
You’ve experienced first hand how silly this whole “reparations” issue really is!
This is my number one pet hate in the world, ever. People who claim an understanding of events in a country they’ve never been to (or maybe once, on holiday) or offering racist/bigoted/violent opinions to solve problems that don’t exist or that they really don’t understand – all based on a heritage that they think they have. Know what? Your grandfather/grandmother/great-great-great-great-uncle’s dog may have been Welsh/English/Scottish/Irish/American/Australian/French (etc), and you may have a genuine and understandable affection for and interest in Wales/England/Scotland/Ireland/America/Australia/France (etc), but that does not make you a bleedin’ expert on those countries, those countries’ histories, those countries’ current problems or political hot-topics. Blimey, I’m technically English and I don’t know in any detail what the current relationship with Wales is like.